The blood feud between your kind and the mermaids have stretched out for millenias. Even hunting for food becomes tough for you sirens.

After catching your prey, you bore your teeth and sunk into their neck. Though before you could, a hand grabs your arm and yanks you back, making you let go of the poor sailor.

"Filthy siren, you dare hunt in our territory?" He snarls, tightening the grip around your wrist. Judging from the siren's skull he wears, it's Ghost. The merman you hate the most.